*** 3.5 stars ***. The forceful lovey-dovey-parts of this YA-mudtreck-in-space-romanscifi came kind of out of the blue after a lot of tiptoeing and/or*** 3.5 stars ***. The forceful lovey-dovey-parts of this YA-mudtreck-in-space-romanscifi came kind of out of the blue after a lot of tiptoeing and/or snapping around each other while crossing deserts, forests and plains on foot, but were tearjerkingly enjoyable. Altogether the book was surprisingly readable in my opinion, even though not especially original or eventful: Around the end of each of the scenes I automatically went back into my mind's reading history to pick out comparable scenes in books I had consumed earlier and concluded most of the time - not all of the times - that those were better done, more exciting, sexier, grittier, more plausible, more realistic or more memorable. Still, I kept returning to the story without any effort. The outcome of this story was of interest to me and the imprint of the characters on my heart will certainly not last forever, but surely for a week or even two or three.
The sequel seems to have different narrators as is fitting for this kind of juvenile heartthrob scifi series. After Anna comes Lola, right? I look forward....more
Welcome to "Howl's Moving Castle" (view spoiler)[why limit yourself to four doors when your mansion could also have, let's say, 16? (hide spoiler)] meWelcome to "Howl's Moving Castle" (view spoiler)[why limit yourself to four doors when your mansion could also have, let's say, 16? (hide spoiler)] meets "Nevermore" and "The Girl in the Steel Corset". The mixture features a refreshingly independent, smart heroine (it isn't just the narrator's stange judgement) and unforseen twists, but includes also some unnecessary lengths, the death of a favorite side-character and a fluffy sugar-coating that tasted a little too sweet for me at times. ...more
I loved Kate's voice. Period. I even dreamed of her tonight. And I do understand why Melina Marchetta chose to blurb this story about growing up, growI loved Kate's voice. Period. I even dreamed of her tonight. And I do understand why Melina Marchetta chose to blurb this story about growing up, growing apart from and close again to your family, and about finding friendship growing in unexpected corners. There was a certain rawness to the feelings conveyed, a lot of truth and also a measurable quantity of warmth. Ah... And certainly there were seedlings of romance. Painful and exhilarating as it can be when you are fifteen and unsure of yourself....more
Well, I cannot stand it, when characters are so dense that they cannot see their own feet, and when the reader has to wait the whole length of a bookWell, I cannot stand it, when characters are so dense that they cannot see their own feet, and when the reader has to wait the whole length of a book for the hero to mentally (i.e. in the case of Miesha) or emotionally (i.e. in the case of Kara) catch up. In addition working in that abused-robot-idea to hammer home the what-does-it-need-to-be-called-human-question has been quite unnecessary - as cute'n loyal as Dot the Bot turned out to be.
All in all it's - like Tatiana already stated - a more or less superfluous sequel to a story that did not need any kind of continuation - especially considering that said story already boasted a rather comprehensive epilogue, which briefly covered all bases....more
I see that look arrive on Holly's face. The look that says, now you're in trouble. I strap on my helmet. Talk about appropriate metaphor timing. BumpyI see that look arrive on Holly's face. The look that says, now you're in trouble. I strap on my helmet. Talk about appropriate metaphor timing. Bumpy ride ahead. Next up: Placating, apologising, cajoling, soothing, making it all better. I know the drill. I've been here - we've been here - so many times. Being able to understand the reasons why somebody is behaving in a certain way does not mean having to accept perpetually being used/abused by that person. That is basically the lesson beautiful and facile Sybilla has to learn during the term the class of her posh private school stays in an outdoorsy dormitory complex.
To me the - albeit beautiful and witty - narration of the minute steps Sybilla creeps forward on her way to opening-her-eyes-and-toughing-up-her-stance were a rather painful affair: During my first ten years of school I had my own, private Holly to deal with: A Holly as unhappy in her home situation and as ready to lash out with measured strikes as Wood’s antagonist, but one with a lot more universal pull and charisma. Although I had never been the kid who forgoes voicing her opinion and although my stomach hurt often enough in anticipation on my way to the school bus, because I did not know yet who she had singled out for everybody not-to-be-friends-with-or-even-talk-to-today (Probably me? My best pal?), I gladly accepted her invitations to come over to play – or later to talk boys (I had always been wise enough not to reveal my crushes to her), books and future, daydream and listen to music – again and again and against my better judgement, because she had an imagination that matched my own, the very best ideas for spending an afternoon and an almost magically magnetic personality. I often talked myself into a firm and unwavering opinion when spending time with one of my more permanent and truer friends, but caved in later, when she called or slid a new book to borrow across my table.
Holly grabbed the end of Lou's bookmark and pulled it out of the book. 'Oh, dear. You've lost your place.' The other voice in this double-POV-story belongs to Lou, a bookish girl trying to secretly recover from losing her boyfriend in a fatal bike accident while being stuck in a six-girls-hut with mean, bitchy, nosy, limelight-addicted, wannabe-queen-bee Holly. I liked Lou. A lot. I even liked Sybilla – who wouldn't? But I desperately wanted Lou to slap Sybilla into oblivion because she languidly allowed herself to be puppeteered, scolded, made-fun-of and used as a stepping-stone by her so-called best-friend. Yet Lou had to regrow into someone who cares for anything outside her pain first to be in the position to hand out help.
Thus I spent the majority of the book waiting. Waiting for Sybilla to wake up, waiting for Lou to heal, waiting for the house of cards to crash. A far-from-comfortable reading experience. ...more
*** 2.5 stars ***' Maureen,' I whisper, unable to keep the words inside anymore. 'The baby's not well. You need to see the doctor. You need to see him*** 2.5 stars ***' Maureen,' I whisper, unable to keep the words inside anymore. 'The baby's not well. You need to see the doctor. You need to see him now.' Welcome to the oh-so-complicated and supersecret universe of Charlotte Cassidy a.k.a. Doubly-NEEDYGIRL. It isn't sufficient that she has this severely compulsive Joan-of-Arcadia-thingy going on, which physically forces her - by slowly building up pain and body heat, nausea, blindness, suffocation and whatnot - to follow the unpredictably up-popping trails of her own divine scavenger hunt across town without even letting her know what sort of obscure but life-saving message is going to pour out of her sweet, little mouth before she parts her lips. Heavens, NO! Foundling-without-a-proper-past Charlotte literally NEEDS her half-orphaned drop-out-boyfriend Harlin so much it hurts, because apart from turning her into an always-and-forever-horny maniac he makes her able to BREATHE, like she never had breathed before (view spoiler)[He's like a want I can't describe. And I don't just mean physically. When I'm not with him, I feel almost empty. Lost. I can barely remember what it was like before him. (It's not like she can remember anything from ' before' anyway.) (hide spoiler)]. It goes without saying that those two NEEDS or urges or compulsions clash with each other, and in spite of Harlin being such a cutie, such a perfect boyfriend and such a strappingly glorious soulmate Charlotte cannot risk telling him what makes her spontaneously jump out of windows or prowl her apartment building shoeless and in her sleepwear. Even newbie romantasy consumers would anticipate the inevitable mistrust and frustration that consequently occur in paradise.
To round the situation up there is a rich-but-unhappy-girl bestie who is supposed to have slut-rumor-problems, but has an alcohol problem and Daddy issues instead, and a mysteriously smirking, good or bad Mary Poppins with a cracked face and an umbrella which makes it rain around her. Well.
The puzzling question that forms itself is: Where does the extra half-star come from? I cannot really say, but I definitely did not have to force myself to finish reading the book. It made me eye-roll, but it kept me sufficiently entertained. Which has to count, after all. ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more